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The Outgames have begun.

Gay men are wandering helplessly through the city. It draws attention to the forgotten fact that Montreal pretends to present itself on the standard north-south axis, as New York or Toronto are... whatever human instincts we have left to get our bearings are simply tossed aside....

I drank like a 23 year old last night, which is out of character for me...

And at 9am this morning, I couldn't tell which element of my predicament was more horrific:

- the fact that i was vomiting in a metro station... or...
- the fact that i was vomiting in the metro station in VERDUN.

(to verdun's credit, i'd never been there before, and the station is stunning.)

p.s. - given the likelihood that a potential employer may attempt to google me this week, i'd like to point out that i'm more fond of architecture than i am of alcohol....

Trinity...

i feel badly that i missed trinity's performance last night. i'm publishing her (very well done) poster so you can know you missed it too.

i heard the show was great.

i don't mind walking. but i want to buy new shoes.

i've noticed it parked outside a few times, but today i made the effort to price it out...

mercedes s500. my landlord drives a hundred thousand dollar car.

i'd say he's a nice old man who's worked hard and deserves it. but then again....

last fall i leased an apartment two blocks from school. at first, i was so proud of my pseudo-investment, convinced all the time saved by eliminating a commute would leave me more time to study, create, and generally be happy.

the landlord owns half the neighborhood. and it's full of students.

everyday as i retrieve letters from my mailbox addressed to myriad people i've never met, i keep realizing nobody stays. nobody renews their lease. everybody realizes they've been had.

and they leave. and the rent goes up another twenty bucks. some new naive student moves in, paying more rent for a studio than most families pay for a mortgage on a real house.

i was planning to stay another year. but then i started noticing how other people are living. and the rents they're paying.

and i feel like a sucker. i don't know the landlord's name. but i paid for his fucking mercedes.

general update

grand prix weekend. sounds chaotic. air choking. people overwhelming. glossy dirty metal machines moving too quickly. gawking at poor stupid people gawking at rich stupid people.

i wasn't meant to be here.

combustion.

flesh. fiction. scars. scabs. wounds. healing. picking them open just to change. i know, it's irrational.

rationality. ritalin. respiration. repetition. reasons for everything.

red bull. beer. metamucil. nothing goes down smooth. enough.

all the lonely people. heros nowhere to be found.

drunk. thirsty. brothers. fools.

summer has arrived.

I would just like to point out...

There is a donut in the middle of Quebec. You heard it here first.

Just Drive, Please.

there was a three-alarm fire in a tower across the street from my house on the night of my birthday. after work i decided to take a $5.00 cab ride home (it's a 15 min walk)... when i said St-Marc/De Maisonneuve he was like "really? you live there? there's a HUGE fire... uh... i mean, I hope it's not your house!"

Old Navy in Mile End?

At least I think this is Mile End...

I bought a pair of jeans at Old Navy last week, and prompted by a message on the receipt promising a 10% coupon, surfed over to their website to fill in a survey.

The survey needed a bunch of codes from the receipt, so it included visual instructions:

But there is no Old Navy at the pictured address.... why would they go through the trouble of generating a "fake" store location?

Organ Donation

I got my new health card last week... and I keep noticing this on my desk...

Why do I feel like I shouldn't put the sticker on? The fear of AIDS has left me with a sense that, somehow, on some level, I must be toxic.

:-(

The Bistro

The bistro outside my window has painted over its burnt orange exterior, replacing it with something a little more... mediterranean... compare, meanwhile, to the pottery studio (second picture) outside my front door... the darker tones just look better in the rain (and snow).... and, of less concern to me, the yellow matches the sign of the run of the mill, asian-run corner store... i like them, but their "depanneur" looks like crap, and the bistro is going to be optically linked to the depanneur when people view the streetscape.

that's my analysis. and i put a (nice) note in their mailbox, offering my (anonymous) opinions...

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